No Place to Go
You Can Talk To Me
Lorelai had many scenarios in her head about when she would meet John Lennon; in none of these scenarios did she look this bad. Wrinkled blue jeans and a dusty black roll neck, her warmest piece of clothing. She had done her makeup when she got to Apple so she’d look nineteen not twelve as she so did without mascara on.
The three other girls were staring at the boys as they walked into the studio like they were some Holy Messiah or something. The blonde, Izzy was drooling over George and the two girls were giggling over Paul. Lorelai felt her ears begin to thaw and she ran her fingers through her wind blown hair so it looked like the ebony tresses she had woken up with and not the electric wiring that she was stuck with.
They all sat down in their recording studio watching the boys set up, John took to the microphone, and Lorelai was struck with an idea. However she didn’t exactly think it through. That’s how she found herself tapping him on the shoulder lightly. He spun around to meet her gaze she felt a lightning bolt of nervousness pass through her so fast she almost shuddered. She tried to figure out what it was she had planned on saying.
“Yeah?” he said in the voice was that was almost like hers.
“Um,” she stammered. “I w-was just wondering if- Paul’s Mae’s favorite and it would be great if he could sing to her maybe?” she could smell his cigarettes on any other person she’d be grossed out but John made it almost alluring.
“Good idear,” he said turning over his shoulders. “’Eh Paul! Sing this one then, I understand it’ll mean more comin’ from you.”
“That so?” he said. “and where did you hear this?” John pointed to Lorelai who was beginning to yell at him but then realized she didn’t have the guts.
“This bird ‘ere, ‘parently yer her favorite.” he explained. It was all Lorelai could do but to smack her forehead and tell John he had just defeated the purpose of a SURPRISE.
“Well Mae,” Paul said grinning walking up to her, Mabel looked livid. Paul grasped Mae’s hand and lightly kissed her knuckle. Mae laughed nervously looking as if she might faint.
“Happy Birthday to you!/ Happy Birthday to you!” Paul sang in his “Elvis voice”.
“Happy Birthday dear Maybelline,” John sang. Mae looked as if she might combust.
“Happy birthday to you!” Paul continued to sing.
“And many more!” Ringo finished. A wave of giggles from the four girls, Lorelai grinned broadly. She couldn’t help but stare at John or more notably his legs, his trousers clung to all the right parts of his long legs. She couldn’t help but think about rubbing his thighs, she nearly moaned aloud at the very thought. Fuck Cynthia Lorelai decided. She’s not enough for him anyway, she’s a free maid for Chrissake.
“So where’re you girls from?” John asked pulling up a chair closest to Lorelai.
“London,” Mabel answered pointing to herself and her sister.
“West End, Shepherd’s Bush.” Mae specified, spotting Paul shaking John’s hand and going over the bassist her sister hot on her heels.
“Rock Ferry,” Izzy answered before getting over to George to talk to him.
“Same as you,” Lorelai mumbled suddenly embarrassed that he now knew that she had nothing else to do but hitchhike nearly 200 miles to stand in front of a building.
“Really?” John said sounding impressed. “Where abouts-what’s yer name luv?”
“Lorelai.” Lorelai answered still avoiding his gaze. “round Minster Court.” She refused to look at him. She was the only one not giggling or bombarding them with questions.
“Hmm,” he said processing this. “What’s the matter? I got somethin’ in me teeth?”
“No,” she answered.
“Then you can look at me can’t yeh?” he pointed out Izzy nudged her. Lorelai picked her head up and her green eyes threw themselves into his brown ones. “That’s better. So Minster Court eh?” she nodded.
“Me mother’s from Wales though.” she informed. John Lennon’s talking to me!!!!!! she couldn’t help but think. She was downright shocked when John pulled up a chair and sat next to her.
“Pardon me for being a narcissist,” John started. “but yeh dun look too excited to be meetin’ a Beatle, what you were hopin’ Paul would come and chatter you up?”
“I am excited!” Lorelai countered, rolling her eyes. “and no, Paul’s…not me type. I'm glad you talked to me.”
“Me too,” John answered giving her a wink.
The three other girls were staring at the boys as they walked into the studio like they were some Holy Messiah or something. The blonde, Izzy was drooling over George and the two girls were giggling over Paul. Lorelai felt her ears begin to thaw and she ran her fingers through her wind blown hair so it looked like the ebony tresses she had woken up with and not the electric wiring that she was stuck with.
They all sat down in their recording studio watching the boys set up, John took to the microphone, and Lorelai was struck with an idea. However she didn’t exactly think it through. That’s how she found herself tapping him on the shoulder lightly. He spun around to meet her gaze she felt a lightning bolt of nervousness pass through her so fast she almost shuddered. She tried to figure out what it was she had planned on saying.
“Yeah?” he said in the voice was that was almost like hers.
“Um,” she stammered. “I w-was just wondering if- Paul’s Mae’s favorite and it would be great if he could sing to her maybe?” she could smell his cigarettes on any other person she’d be grossed out but John made it almost alluring.
“Good idear,” he said turning over his shoulders. “’Eh Paul! Sing this one then, I understand it’ll mean more comin’ from you.”
“That so?” he said. “and where did you hear this?” John pointed to Lorelai who was beginning to yell at him but then realized she didn’t have the guts.
“This bird ‘ere, ‘parently yer her favorite.” he explained. It was all Lorelai could do but to smack her forehead and tell John he had just defeated the purpose of a SURPRISE.
“Well Mae,” Paul said grinning walking up to her, Mabel looked livid. Paul grasped Mae’s hand and lightly kissed her knuckle. Mae laughed nervously looking as if she might faint.
“Happy Birthday to you!/ Happy Birthday to you!” Paul sang in his “Elvis voice”.
“Happy Birthday dear Maybelline,” John sang. Mae looked as if she might combust.
“Happy birthday to you!” Paul continued to sing.
“And many more!” Ringo finished. A wave of giggles from the four girls, Lorelai grinned broadly. She couldn’t help but stare at John or more notably his legs, his trousers clung to all the right parts of his long legs. She couldn’t help but think about rubbing his thighs, she nearly moaned aloud at the very thought. Fuck Cynthia Lorelai decided. She’s not enough for him anyway, she’s a free maid for Chrissake.
“So where’re you girls from?” John asked pulling up a chair closest to Lorelai.
“London,” Mabel answered pointing to herself and her sister.
“West End, Shepherd’s Bush.” Mae specified, spotting Paul shaking John’s hand and going over the bassist her sister hot on her heels.
“Rock Ferry,” Izzy answered before getting over to George to talk to him.
“Same as you,” Lorelai mumbled suddenly embarrassed that he now knew that she had nothing else to do but hitchhike nearly 200 miles to stand in front of a building.
“Really?” John said sounding impressed. “Where abouts-what’s yer name luv?”
“Lorelai.” Lorelai answered still avoiding his gaze. “round Minster Court.” She refused to look at him. She was the only one not giggling or bombarding them with questions.
“Hmm,” he said processing this. “What’s the matter? I got somethin’ in me teeth?”
“No,” she answered.
“Then you can look at me can’t yeh?” he pointed out Izzy nudged her. Lorelai picked her head up and her green eyes threw themselves into his brown ones. “That’s better. So Minster Court eh?” she nodded.
“Me mother’s from Wales though.” she informed. John Lennon’s talking to me!!!!!! she couldn’t help but think. She was downright shocked when John pulled up a chair and sat next to her.
“Pardon me for being a narcissist,” John started. “but yeh dun look too excited to be meetin’ a Beatle, what you were hopin’ Paul would come and chatter you up?”
“I am excited!” Lorelai countered, rolling her eyes. “and no, Paul’s…not me type. I'm glad you talked to me.”
“Me too,” John answered giving her a wink.
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…yeah that’s all I could come up with. Sorry girls, well I liked the beginning I stand by it. I am so excited to be part of this group and I feel privileged to know these girls and glad we could create – what I think – the most awesome fan-fiction on mibba. So combined with my schizoid style, Andrea’s campfire-story like style, Sam’s smut and Sara’s wording this is gonna be one hell of a time.Also layout – I don’t know it’s a bit dark for me thoughts?
Hope & Cheer,
Karma <3